Chapter 15 Foundational Stance, Soft and Hard (1/2)

Using his new weapon, Fell overpowered his enemy with Moon Above. Leaving him with a slight wound in his chest, Fell took back most of his slash strength.

Sitting down on the arena's ground, Fell's opponent had a puzzled look on his face. He wasn't ready to face such an opponent. He felt a scary aura coming from Fell, an aura that was inched away from taking his life. Realizing that Fell didn't give his all in this fight, the warrior stood up.

”Thanks for going easy on me” respect was plastered on the spear user's face, if Fell didn't stop his motion, he would have probably been cut in half, his internal organs splashing on the sandy arena grounds.

”I had no reason to kill you” responded Fell with a calm coldness, his muscles were loose and his respiration was steady as if he was just taking a carefree walk in a park.

Turning around, he left the arena with an unhurried pace. Soldier's Fortune in his hand, his back was straight and imposing, leaving a heavy impact on most spectators.

His popularity was rushing to the peak, his name ringed loudly thought the public's seats.

Sifiso and Moha were waiting for him near the exit. Moha was still bragging about Fell, endlessly taunting Sifiso for the quality of his fighters.

”I thought you trained your fighters better than this. At this point, their skills are very lacking and they are merely food for Fell”, sighed Moha while dropping his arms to his side.

Noticing that his old friend was ignoring his provocation, he turned to Fell and continued with a more serious tone.

”Although, if it wasn't for your monstrous strength, you would have had much more trouble against a spear user. Range is an important factor in fights, take that in account next time.”

”Will do!” responded Fell.

Sifiso didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He dropped his shoulders and threw a hand inside one of the pockets on his martial art robe. He took out a small book out of it and approached Fell.

”Take this, I noticed that you don't really know what you are doing with that sword.” Sighing, he quickly left, he was happy and proud of Fell but was disappointed that most of his fighters couldn't take more than three hits from him.

Fell received the manual and bowed in the direction of this eccentric benefactor. He expeditiously departed from the arena running in the direction of his room, excited to finally have a sword manual to nourish his hazardous swordsmanship.

Closing the room behind him, he instantly took out his new treasure. The manual's cover was made of old damaged leather, on top of it was written ”Foundational Sword Moves” with pure golden colored character. Under the title was a small illustration featuring a swordsman taking an aggressive stance.

Opening the book, he instantly immersed himself in his read. Sinking deeply in his own world filled with swords.